Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 37

Chapter24

“Can you all leave? Give me and him some room?” she requested, her voice dripping with a polite indifference that sliced through my

soul like a razor.

The emphasis on “me” & “him” was a harsh reminder that I was no longer the love of her life, but a stranger, a mere acquaintance. Another pixel of life was extinguished from the faint glow of hope that remained in my heart, leaving me shattered and broken.

My head hung heavy, weighed down by the crushing burden of my regret, as I stood frozen, unable to muster the courage to meet her

gaze.

I was afraid to confront the damage I had addressed, the broken dreams and trust that lay in splinters at my feet like the shards of a smashed mirror.

But more than that, I was terrified of beholding the hatred that had taken up residence in the once–loving harbor of her eyes.

Those eyes, once bright and warm, shining like beacons of hope and love, now seemed like a cold, dark void, a bottomless pit of loathing and disdain.

The thought of seeing the warmth and affection we once shared now replaced by a cold, hard loathing was a prospect too daunting to jbear. I feared that one glance into her eyes would reveal the full extent of the devastation I had caused, and that the sight would be too

much for my fragile heart to endure.

So I stood there, my head hung low, my eyes fixed on the floor, unable to face the consequences of my actions, unable to confront the ruins of our love. My heart was a heavy, leaden weight, sinking slowly into the depths of despair, as I struggled to come to terms with the magnitude of my mistakes, and the irreparable harm I had inflicted on the one person I loved most.

“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice like a whip cracking through the air, leaving a sting of hurt and betrayal in its wake. I flinched at the harshness in her tone, the cold, calculating disdain that dripped from every word like venom from a snake’s fang. It was a tone

she reserved for those she utterly despised, those she considered beneath her contempt. And now, I was one of them.

The realization was a rotting wound, a disease that spread through my insides like a plague, consuming everything in its path.

It was a poison that coursed through my veins, leaving me feeling hollow, empty, and devoid of hope. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of acid, unable to escape the raging power of her hatred.

Slowly, I raised my head, my eyes meeting hers with a sense of trepidation, fearing what I might see there.

The gaze that met mine was icy, unforgiving, and utterly devoid of love. It was a gaze that cut me to the bone, leaving me feeling raw, exposed, and vulnerable. I felt like I was staring into the eyes of a stranger, a stranger who had once loved me with all her heart.

When I focused on her features, I recoiled, my heart skipping a beat as I took in the ravages of my betrayal.

The radiant glow that once illuminated my beautiful bride had been extinguished, replaced by a draining exhaustion that seemed to suck the very life out of her. The sparkle in her eyes had dulled, the soft curves of her face now etched with deep lines of pain and fatigue.

Her skin, once a luminous canvas of happiness, now appeared pale and drawn, like porcelain stretched too thin.

The vibrant smile that once lit up the world had vanished, leaving behind a unforgettable emptiness that seemed to echo with the whispers of my deceit.

The sight of her, once my source of joy and strength, brings me to gut–wrenching realization of the devastation I committed. “How dare you how dare you come here, you cheating coward bastard!” she screamed, her voice like a razor–sharp blade that sliced through my soul, leaving ane gasping for breath

Her face contorted in absolute disgust, a twisted mask of revulsion that made my heart shudder. The words themselves were a toxic venom, injected straight into my heart, poisoning every last shred of my self–worth.

The scream was a fresh wound, a gash that ripped open the fragile scab of my guilt, exposing the raw, festering flesh beneath. The fact that no one was to blame but me was a torment, a relentless drumbeat of self–loathing

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